Running in dark from the ghosts of the past
I was fighting the shadows of the previous days.
Cold was my world and thorny the path
And the nightmares raised up from their graves.
I was running and running, and hastened to fall,
And then I gave up, no more power to fight!
I tried to escape. I cried and I crawled,
And then heard a voice, all sparkling and bright.
Ch.:
My minstrel, oh, minstrel, sing me your song!
My shining minstrel, show me a way!
My heart was burning alone for so long,
But now I am fading away
Oh, magical minstrel! He rescued my soul!
His powerful melody lightened the world.
The nightmares erased, and strong was the call
Of the song of the wishes untold.
The dark seemed to glitter with colours and paints,
There blossomed all flowers and dreams.
And happiness flew through my thoughts and my veins!..
Till the songs gave away to the screams...
Ch.:
And my minstrel, oh, minstrel, is now quiet and mute.
He'll never ever sing me again.
My minstrel, poor minstrel, has broken his lute.
There's no one to show him a way.
And worthless again got my shiny world.
Blinded and deaf, I'm wandering through
Those desolate plains of sorrow and cold,
My arms holding *his* broken lute.
But I know, I believe, I will hear again,
I will witness his smile shining bright!
I'll keep his all songs in my heart till the day
He sings once again in the night.
Ch.:
My minstrel, oh, minstrel, I'll be waiting for you!
I'll sing to the moon and the stars
That song of the minstrel with a magical lute
And the shine of his powerful heart.
13.02.2020